Good Little Girl No More

My mom raised me with manners

Not to spit or swear

Always say please and thank you

And to wear clean underwear

But as I got older

I learned pretty quick

It was no fun being a good girl

I wanted to be bad...and to play with dick!

Although I was a virgin

At the sweet age of sixteen

I rode my first cock like a champ

And when it was over, even licked it clean

That first taste had me hooked

I was consumed with a hunger for a hard one

I just couldn't satisfy

I knew that beating this addiction just couldn't be done

By day I was a good girl

Making my mother proud

By night my good girl side ran and hid

And my bad girl side got very, very loud

After a night out with my friends

While I was walking home

A truck pulled up beside me

That was all decked out in chrome

He yelled out the window

"Hey baby what's your price?"

I just kept on walking

But he asked again, not once but twice

I stopped and turned to him

I was gonna give him shit

But my god he was gorgeous

Then realization hit

He thought I was a hooker

He thought I could be paid

Then he honked his horn at me and said

"Let's have some fun sweetheart, I just wanna get laid"

Weirdly, I wasn't even offended

Who knows, it might be fun

"I won't accept less then $300

And if you can't do that, I really have to run"

A grin spread across his face

He reached deep into his shorts

And removed a wad of cash

"I can do that, and better, let's just say I am a business man of sorts"

His stare not leaving my face

He quickly counted his cash

"How bout I double it

And you leave me your panties to put in my stash"

"I'm very serious" he assured me

As I took a minute to think

I approached the truck and got inside

He suggested we start with a drink

A couple hours later

I emerged with money in hand

From a fancy pants hotel

With shaky legs that struggled to walk or even stand

Once I was back at home

I couldn't help but think

About the chrome cutie

With the ever convincing wink

The things that we did

Some old stuff but lots brand new

He fucked like a rabbit

Only taking minor breaks in between to renew

I couldn't help but smile

When I thought about my mom

And how she'd die if she found out

That her good little girl was gone

What would she have to say

If I told her that behind the hotel door

I didn't even say Thank You when he handed me the money

I had earned by being a whore